



Ange or Fantôme
Kneeling naked in his quarters, Silas punished his own body harder than usual this morning. As it had not been for a long time, the red hair of that person who had called him an angel appeared in his dreams and he felt the taste of sin in his mouth, tangled in his soul, trapped in the worldly feelings that he should renounce in the name of God. But why? He had never had any inappropriate thoughts, he was sure of it! He just wanted to hear her voice again and the laughter when she talked about her exceptionally white skin...unlike the others, she didn't make fun of him when she laughed. It was an appreciative laugh he didn't need to have heard before to recognize it. However, his ears would only feel his presence again when suffering purged all the evil he had done, at the moment of his death.
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